And I will find some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThe Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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Yet they that know all things but know That all this life can give us is, A child’s laughter, a woman’s kiss.
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Hammer your thoughts into unity.
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Any fool can fight a winning battle, but it needs character to fight a losing one, and that should inspire us; which reminds me that I dreamed the other night that I was being hanged, but was the life and soul of the party.
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When two close kindred meet, What better than call a dance?
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Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.
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It seems to me that love, if it is fine, is essentially a discipline.
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Love is created and preserved by intellectual analysis, for we love only that which is unique, and it belongs to contemplation, not to action, for we would not change that which we love.
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All that I have said and done, Now that I am old and ill, Turns into a question till I lie awake night after night And never get the answers right.
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The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.
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Neither Christ nor Buddha nor Socrates wrote a book, for to do so is to exchange life for a logical process.
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Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled. Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.
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And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
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Teaching is not filling up a pail, it is lighting a fire.
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And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.
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There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met.
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